[Chorus] Ayy, inside peanut butter, outside jelly The money start spreadin', getting bread, on my Wonder shit No words to a bitch, belt like Pootie Tang Baby, throw it back, boomerang on that fuckin' dick Big Fendi facts, if your granny didn't smoke crack Don't fix your lips to try to tell me 'bout none of this Ride for my niggas, I got niggas in the grave I got bitches on my roster who would die just to fuck with this, baby, yeah They'll die just to fuck with this, baby, yeah, uh It's a check
[Verse 1] In the biggest boned whip, Rolls Royce If we took away a R, it's Team Rocket 'cause I'm ridin' in a rocket ship Sock it to my pockets, like some Takis, got a lot of chips Nerd and I need a freak bitch who need dick These niggas wanna hate me for my comments They debate me for my comments Fashion Nova fuckin' pay me for my comments, shit (Bands) Raisin' up my commas, put the pussy in coma (Yeah) You can talk, she won't reply, my bitch really unresponsive She knows I been wantin' VVs, ooh-wee (Ooh) Walk with the man like burnin' CDs (Yeah) I ain't have a big backing like old TVs (No) She open up the doors and she gon' see, now I got a
[Chorus] Ayy, inside peanut butter, outside jelly The money start spreadin', getting bread, on my Wonder shit No words to a bitch, belt like Pootie Tang Baby, throw it back, boomerang on that fuckin' dick Big Fendi facts, if your granny didn't smoke crack Don't fix your lips to try to tell me 'bout none of this Ride for my niggas, I got niggas in the grave I got bitches on my roster who would die just to fuck with this, baby, yeah, yeah They'll die just to fuck with this, baby, yeah, uh It's a check
[Verse 2] That nigga double crossed me, man, should've known, known, known I was openin' up to let him do me wrong, wrong, wrong Snakey, I should've known he was a cobra The only snake I would ever show love to is probably Kobe Hah, hoo, hey, drop top coupe, swang I need new friends, I need new frames What's that? Vision, mmh When jealousy's in they eyeballs They gon' try to make you forget what you saw Seen the Grammys, need a Oscar Now I'm proud like I'm Oscar So I'm snaggin' all my pennies Future daughter gon' be wild Lost bands to mistakes, lost power, Pootie Tang I cannot wait to put my brother on this play, so then we can both have the
[Chorus] Ayy, inside peanut butter, outside jelly The money start spreadin', getting bread, on my Wonder shit No words to a bitch, belt like Pootie Tang Baby, throw it back, boomerang on that fuckin' dick Big Fendi facts, if your granny didn't smoke crack Don't fix your lips to try to tell me 'bout none of this Ride for my niggas, I got niggas in the grave I got bitches on my roster who would die just to fuck with this, baby, yeah, yeah They'll die just to fuck with this, baby, yeah, uh It's a checkTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
